Handjob (1)
Bang bang!
Not long after pounding on the iron door, the vampire from next door—Morgana—stepped out.
"Ah, it's the neighbor I saw before. What brings you here?"
Morgana looked utterly exhausted. Without a hint of shame, she didn't bother covering up, casually baring her smooth naked body.
"Oh, put some clothes on!?"
"What's there to be shy about between women.... Don't be like that, neighbor."
"Shut up! Today, I'm meeting your master no matter what."
The moment she heard that declaration, Morgana smirked. Her eyes curved like a crescent moon, sending a twinge of unease through Noxbell.
What the hell is their goal... For an instant, she wanted to turn back.
"Showing off your glued-together mess so casually to outsiders. Are you beasts? Well, you act like beasts, screaming your lungs out while fucking in the dead of night."
"Hehe, please come inside first."
But her pride as a dark elf—and as Terranium's police chief—wouldn't let her retreat. Reluctantly, she stepped in.
"This is...?"
A lewd scent wafted from deeper inside. Noxbell's body went rigid.
Just another meter, fling open that door. Then she could curse right in those annoying bastards' faces....
I shouldn't have come!
Of course, she couldn't. The primal female instinct surging through Noxbell rebelled against heading to that room right now.
If she stepped inside, she'd cross a point of no return.
Knowing that, her instincts blared warnings about the situation.
Turn back now, or else... you'll never escape this place. Ever.
"You beasts! What the hell are you doing in here!"
Despite every warning, Noxbell pressed on, driven by her pride... and a sliver of curiosity.
"Hoo.... Feels like you're scheming something against me. Fat chance. Dare touch my body even a little, and I'll make you regret ever being born."
She'd steeled herself that far. But the instant Noxbell threw open the door....
So simply, she began to crumble.
"Ah...?"
The scene inside was the most baffling thing she'd ever witnessed.
A massively built werewolf woman.... utterly pinned, unable to budge, as a huge-dicked imp pounded her relentlessly.
Schlup, schlup.... Each time the cock plunged deep into her pussy, the werewolf writhed in ecstasy.
"Ah...."
Werewolves, as beastkin, were insanely strong. In a fistfight, even Terranium's dragons couldn't beat them.
Imps, meanwhile, were short, weak. Sure, they excelled at money games, but still... weak.
The physical gap between them was night and day—like tiger versus rabbit.
No wonder the saying went: even a hundred imps couldn't match one werewolf.
And yet that imp... is fucking a werewolf.
Casually. Hips yanked flush, slamming his cock to the hilt.
So monstrously thick, her pale lower belly bulged out and receded with every thrust.
"Ugh, uhnngh.... Gonna cum.... I'm cumming right now. Haaang.... This is too much."
"Want me to cum inside?"
"Yesss.... I do. Right now, blast your semen deep inside me. Please...!"
And then.... Byuuurrrurur-! Glorp, glorp—cum surged into Rasca's depths.
With a full creampie on top, Noxbell's disbelief weighed even heavier.
Werewolves mate for life, famous for it. And she let him creampie her?
That meant this wasn't some one-night fling. That werewolf saw the tiny, frail imp as her lifelong mate.
Why...? Noxbell couldn't comprehend. Her legs, starting to buckle in submission, trembled violently.
Finally, she sank to her knees. No escape now.
"Ah, looks like we have a guest."
"You.... What the fuck are you doing here."
"? What? Sex, obviously. Not like that's wrong. Noise was loud, sure, but can't help it. My cock's so huge, moans just spill out every thrust."
The imp yanked his dick free from her pussy with a wet schlop, brazenly flaunting its size. Shame seemed alien to him.
"Hey, don't just stand there—get over here."
"Yes, husband...."
"Hus... husband?"
Werewolf and now vampire too! Seeing Morgana beaming with happiness, Noxbell's strength drained from her body once more.
"You two are married!? B-but why the werewolf...."
"One woman's too few for a man, right? Need multiples to make it impressive. Besides, our husband's not married to anyone."
"Then why call him husband...."
"It's just an affectionate pet name for master. You really know nothing. Hehe."
Even more troubling words. Strangely, Noxbell found herself nodding along a bit.
Well, to satisfy a dick that huge, one woman might not cut it—probably needs a few.
Gulp.... Unthinkingly, Noxbell swallowed hard, eyes locked on the limp monster. How could anyone have a size like that?
If that thing went inside her....
Damn.
She wanted a closer look, but had no excuse. Not after unloading curses just moments ago.
It felt like teetering on a cliff's edge. One little shove, and she'd plummet.
"You, quit lying there—touch the dick already."
"Y-yes, yesssh...."
Rasca, still basking in orgasmic afterglow, finally stirred. Even a werewolf's body meant nothing before that cock.
Morgana smiled seductively, perching her ass on the bed beside them. She reached out, fondling the dick—still rock-hard despite just cumming.
"So lazy—how do you expect to satisfy husband like that? Pathetic."
"Sh-shut up...."
"If it were me, I wouldn't just sit there dumbly. I'd touch that cock the second he ordered it."
Stung by the nagging, Rasca grabbed it too. A true "wife" anticipated what "husband" desired, orders or not.
Mmwah.... Lips met Amodeus's as both women's hands claimed the cock.
Slender, long white fingers teased the thick length. The pair stroked competitively, up and down, maximizing his pleasure.
"You two are insane. Losing your minds over some imp dick, acting like bitches in heat."
"You know it too."
Finally, someone touched the back of Noxbell, perched on that cliff's edge. One more push, and she'd tumble.
"The second you touch this cock, no going back. Or... have you already crossed that river? You're still in this room."
If she'd truly hated it, she'd have bolted. Instead, she'd collapsed right there.
"Stand up."
"What?"
"Get up."
"...."
Noxbell ignored the vampire. Amodeus, kiss done, picked up.
"Stand up."
Astonishingly, the dark elf rose. And right there beneath her....
A slick puddle soaked the floor.
"Ah...."
"Come here. Touch the cock. I'll allow it—special privilege."
"I-I can't do this."
"Can't? If you hated it that much, you'd have left."
"I...."
Enchanted, she drew near. Gazed down at the cock.
"Ah.... This really can't happen."
Muttering it, she still reached out. Her delicate fingers finally met the shaft.
Hot.... Heat pulsed through it, scorching to the touch.
"Grip it. Stroke up and down."
"Tha.... You know who I am, right?"
"Who cares. You've got a pussy too. That's all that matters."
"No, this is definitely wrong."
"Then what's right?"
Noxbell fell silent, stroking tentatively. Thick and long—tough to handle.
But not for long. The overstimulated cock had hit its limit ages ago.
"Catch it all in your hand."
Burruruk, burruruk...! Semen erupted, coating her fingers completely. The noble dark elf defiled by an imp's load.